Sleep in peace... Dear memory's

Written in response to: Start your story with the narrator or a character saying “I remember…”... view prompt

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Happy Mystery

I remember the fall,

I remember the spring,

I remember the summer,

I remember the winter

I remember the dance when new life begun

I remember the joy and the fun, just as all has its way... Like in a big play ... This earthly stay ..

I recall the memory's of old friends , and see my new friends,

as I smile along in grace. . the good old times..

Well knowing .. there is no time .. just memory's..

I remember the day I decided I am only happy from now on.. and all the rest is gone..

Still sometimes I look at old memory's in grace for there ways to learn me different things and chose a new journey ...

I remember the tears. . ahhh all desapears in thin air ...

Still happy to be here .. alive and kicking ... Walking on heavenly feet ... Just to be.... me

I remember I wanted to fly .. thought I needed a plane , a chopper an engine.

Well you know I don't ,

I fly when I dream,

I fly in silence and fly while walking feet on the earth ...

It's like a call.. a call of joy .... a call of innocence

Answering , .... Yessssss Yesssss to all there is.. curiosity. .. to be ... To see. To fly .. to.... Who knows ... I don't ..

I remember the times I thought I knew it all...

The times. I thought I was smart....

The times I wanted to be right...

And you know as I reflected on these memory's and experiences ...

Looking around ...

I actually don't know ...

Beeing smart in what.. ???

Hmmm not knowing .. maybe

I have no desire to be right..

Neather to be wrong ...

Just none judgemental that's me

Well at Least I try to be ...smile

I remember I wanted to be perfect...

I wanted to be beautyfull ..in public standards ... Oh I remember that very well ... looks .. view... Clothing . Following trends... ..

I remember listening to all and everyone.. following .. so many advices.. opinions ..

I remember I did what others thought was best for me ... I just did ...

And guess what ... I lost myself !!!!

I lost who I was ... Who I am ... In happyness to be me...

I remember how miserable I felt .. how confused .. and now I know live you're truth. . Well I feel .. knowing .. I don't really ... It just feels good ... Feels right ... I Feel free .... Freedom in me..

And now.. I am my own style .

My own ..... Me persona .. on how I feel to be .. I am .... MY LIFE ... I am My Beeing ... I am My momentum ... I am Here and now I am my choise .. .. me in Beeing. ... me !!!

I remember I made plans ... I had big dreams... I would be famous , I would be rich... I would be on top ... of the world .... Shine like a star... Seemed so important ... So so so ... ?!?

Well sweet memory's .. they seemed so emportant so... Beautyfull..

And now I like Beeing .. simply Beeing ... Where it illusions.. or not .. I don't know... I may be rich... I may be famous .. I may shine ... Still Beeing me is happyness and peace ... In rest that all is fine ... As it is ..

After all ... momentum ... To momentum is a call.. is there more I don't know...

I remember I wanted so much for later.. for then.. and there ...

All longing for .. did it came .. will it come ... Who knows ..

Is there a future . Is there later...

A take a breath.. a sight ahhhhh , ohhhhh ...

I feel a warm hart ... A beat ...

A breath ... A beat ... a breath ...

There is a ritme in it ...

Memorys, memory's like an old book ...

Pages turned ... Future .. does it excists .. are the pages written .. how ? Maybe .. I don't know.. blanc is how it .... Shows... I guess .. I don't know... Yet...

Do you see it...

Or is there just. ... This momentum .. the breath ... Of fresh air .. and the hartbeat.. that says ....

Present it is ... Here and now

Old memory's are gone ..

New life spring ..autumn, winter summer ..

Who know..... Will it show...

Or is it just now .

Memory's are gone to sleep ....

So sweet dreams ... Old friends thats lifes beginning and ending in its own way...

Good luck ... Friends .... Good Rest .... My dear memory's ...

Sleep in peace ....

A deep release of old memory's ...

Here and now .. that's momentum

Creating .... NEW MEMORY'S...

Maybe ? Who will know... In this big show... Of reality .. or illusion ..

Who will remember .. who will tell ..

This ... It's like a feary tale... In unique style for each and all..

Who know.. who calls ... Who will tell ...

This kind of historic tale ...... Maybe ?

By the way does anybody know how history was born...

Memory's ... Story's ... tale ..

Added to one another ... And in each and every telling a little bit changed. .

A little adjustment ... Or extra to it...

By generations ... By ...maybe times ... Story's got a peace of memory ... A peace of fantasy ...

So question ....

I remember .... Maybe ....

A memory ... Is it treu ... Is it as it was ... Did it get a tale.. did it lose its view as it was ... Or is it fantasy ... Do you know .. really know .... ???

What is a memory .. do I really have memory's as I see them ...

Or do ... I remember .... Not remembring anything ...

Real... Unreal ... Fantasy .. truth or illusion ... A story a tale ...

A puzzle .. or a picture thats

Faded away in time ... In different peaces ...

I remember .... I remember

What do you remember .....

Do you know ..

I don't .... Really ... It's gone

Like a whisper carried in the wind ...

To the ocean ..

As the rain falls on it ...

And brings it down to unseen

Dephs of the deepest waters.

.to be transformed ...

In maybe ...

New storys .....

To be lived and written

In ... New memory's ...

To be ... Unfold..

As an other memory ...

As I remember ..... Default .....

It was old .... And transformed ..!!!

April 06, 2022 22:47

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